Northern path
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The god of the plea of the comfort of the comfort is withdrawn by my hand
And for the soul of a human vice, suddenly will immediately become a disgust
The verse is not a prayer not a psalm
Here every secret will suddenly reveal
And immediately suddenly he will cover with warmth
The liar Satrap bandit will see the liar
And maybe there will even be a scream
Break off the pain inside the chest
And then the light is only ahead
Then peace and silence
And only rhyme is only one
knocks on the heart in unison
What was in the past like a dream
The gray wall is melting
And everyone will understand that life is one
No need to lie to strangle to smash
In harmony to live with everyone
What is the book there is one
Two thousand years are impotent
Through my verse, come to her
At least at the sunset of your days
Don"t scold me much
I just wrote you know this
And for the soul of a human vice, suddenly will immediately become a disgust
The verse is not a prayer not a psalm
Here every secret will suddenly reveal
And immediately suddenly he will cover with warmth
The liar Satrap bandit will see the liar
And maybe there will even be a scream
Break off the pain inside the chest
And then the light is only ahead
Then peace and silence
And only rhyme is only one
knocks on the heart in unison
What was in the past like a dream
The gray wall is melting
And everyone will understand that life is one
No need to lie to strangle to smash
In harmony to live with everyone
What is the book there is one
Two thousand years are impotent
Through my verse, come to her
At least at the sunset of your days
Don"t scold me much
I just wrote you know this
Author:
Author:Popov Igor
Cover:
Cover:Soft
Category:
- Category:Children's Book
- Category:Fiction
- Category:Modern Literature
- Category:Poetry & Literature
Publication language:
Publication Language:Russian
ISBN:
ISBN:978-5-6042456-0-6
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